Autopsy Poem by Aschelminto Da Silva

Seeing you do not look at me, not being,
His brilliance overshadowed somewhere uncertain
I'll get you to open the incisor,
For what goes for me too will go for you.

Soon I'll know of your secrets.
Why I establish myself in you.
I put myself in their guts,
I dabble in their moments kids, viscerally.

His fleeting warmth freezes me,
'Cause, chimera, if not let me see.
While you spray on my lips
Your umor, thy love.

I know that you do not lie, because you can not,
But omits,
And my sincere desire is to find your
'Causa mortis'.